Pfft. *Edited.

One more thing off my loads.

The guy who once claimed to love me from heaven to earth, is now after another girl. For that girl's chinese name is similar to mine. Oh, wake up boy. Know what you're saying. You don't love me, not at all. You love YOURSELF. Good luck to that girl. Cause he's so gonna make another girl suffer, according to his mother. Only when he can think like a mature man, then maybe he won't. But right now, he'll make all the girls suffer.

Playon.sg, Playboy. Pfft. Whatever. Have fun then.

I'm so sick of all the craps.
For words are said, no longer as promises, but as lies.

Fuck liars.
Go to hell, idiots.

Butterflies.

I'm crowded with guys here.
But I don't feel butterflies in my tummy.

Been away for a week already, how time flies.
But no matter how many days I'm away,
I was never contacted.

A promise is no longer promise.
And truth is finally telling me they're lies.

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Lies and White Lies, are just one tiny line between.

so what is it?
i have this feeling in me,

that i don't wanna find out.
because i don't find it a point to.

or,
is there any?